Every move you make has already been done, and taken the piss out of.

Coming from Britain, I was terrified of meeting all these other artists, because artists over there tend to fight with each other a lot, the premise being that there's not enough room for everybody.

I'm baking stories, and singing cookies, oh the tonderous wimes!

Well actually I'm not a man but a carrot. The band was eating salads one day and a carrot fell off of the salad bar onto a microphone and the band realized that they had just discovered something brilliant. Me.

It turns out I have clinical schizophrenia. The unborn chicken voices were telling me to kill my family.

I cannot read a fortune cookie without breaking down and crying. I am sensitive.

I think escape is sort of like coming to a show with ten thousand other people and responding to that moment. Sharing that moment - that's escape.